Dad battled cancer these past few months. On Sunday, he fought sleep until everyone he asked for came. My brothers, my sister, his sister, my mom. He had his last word with each of us. He told me he had no regrets except that he couldn't be with us longer. He was in pain and knew the end was near. He asked for hospice. They put him under and stopped the pain. He wanted to make sure my sister was cared for. A plan for her care was finalized yesterday. He wanted to make sure his granddaughter was born healthy. Olivia was born last night. She's a beautiful girl.
The news eased his breathing, even after they reduced the oxygen. We spent the night with him. We told him about the snow this morning. He had hoped for one more snow.
Slowly his breathing ceased. Then his heart stopped. All three of us sons at his side. I know my dad passed into the glory of our Lord. United again with his maker, and his passed loved ones. No more cancer. No more pain. My daddy and my hero died bravely on his own terms. We will always love and remember him. Thank you for your thoughts, prayers, and support.